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Earlier this year, I made a commitment to eating clean. Since then, I have been doing a lot of baking, chopping, and cooking in my kitchen. We eat home cooked food for pretty much every meal, and yes, leftovers totally still count as home cooked meals (“Hello, third day pasta. Where have you been all my life?”).
I even started experimenting with making my own bread, granola bars, breakfast “cakes,” and bagels. Some of these were a total success (oat cakes!) and some were an almost complete failure (*ahem* bagels – total mess). And ya know what? I kinda love it. Not knowing whether a new recipe is going to turn out or not is kinda like playing the tables in Vegas or Atlantic City. When you win, you are on the top of the world. And when you fail, yeah it sucks, but you learn from it and move on (and hopefully aren’t out too much dough. Get it? Dough!).
However, what I have really learned through this process is how totally unrealistic food photography is. Now don’t get me wrong here – I love looking at food
porn photography. The dishes are so pretty. The food looks delicious. Everything looks amazing.
But therein lies the problem. If you have cooked or baked anything in your life, you know that making food = making dishes. And for some reason, no one is photographing the dishes. So, I’m just gonna come right out of the kitchen and say it: Making healthy, fresh food for (almost) every meal of (almost) every day will result in dishes. Lots and lots of dishes. Clean food necessitates a dirty kitchen.
I used to be all neurotic about not taking pictures of the mess in my house or of locking myself in the kitchen (courtesy of our baby gate) in attempt to clean
all most some of the mess up before company came when I had just made a 6 course meal for 10 people. But then I realized that it’s totally okay to make a mess when you are making something great. I’m pretty sure Michelangelo didn’t have a gorgeous organization system for his art supplies or apologize for having his paint and brushes out. No, people. He had sh*t to do. He was making a masterpiece. Actually, a bunch of them.
I’ll be the first to admit that I love a clean home. But I also think we also need to tell the full story – dishes and all.
So, what’s the mess of your masterpiece?